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After yet another busy Pet Hostel weekend, I got back into the garden. Even though Gary and I keep downsizing, for example, “just one package of carrots, only one row of peas …”, a single package of 100 onion sets. You get the idea. It’s all good food but takes time to “put by”. This … Continue reading →

My darling sister, my only sibling, is not likely to read this blog, so I’ll share with you the completed quilt I made for her. I will send it next week: late for Christmas but early for Rae’s birthday in March. It is another incarnation of the “jelly roll” quilt, and the ones I am … Continue reading →

As I worked or puttered this week, I thought of catchy titles for a blog post, and semi-riveting subjects to chat about. Now, nothing really comes to mind. I haven’t been too busy, and I am really liking that. I’ve spent a ton of money on fabric, which is silly: I’ve bought myself more clutter … Continue reading →

Suddenly, I love Aegopodium all over again. This is what my dad used to call “Snow On The Mountain” and another common name is Bishop’s Gout Weed. This plant is hardy to the point of being invasive, but as a gardening friend said, “Well you can control it, right? With a shovel?” I used to … Continue reading →

Gary has left for his first “ski day” of the winter. I’m happy for him, I miss him before he is out of the driveway, but I cannot help myself: “What will the mouse do while the cat’s away?”. My hubby would never tell me what or when to eat. But my idea of being … Continue reading →

It’s a most gloomy, wet day! I mean, of course, the weather … everything else is sunny and gay. I mean, bright and happy. We just got back from Sunday breakfast, and it is past noon. None of us at our brunch club had anything too pressing to accomplish today, though there is only so … Continue reading →

I hadn’t intended to make a series out of weariness, but I was sitting tonight, achy and tired but satisfied with the day’s work, wondering how I kept up with “everything” while my daughters were small. Then I remembered that I am 59 years old, and can’t expect to accomplish what I did in a … Continue reading →